Only three cats on bed usually. Caoimhe and the two kittens Somhairle and Pangur Bān. The other two, the Sāsaigs, Beileag black and white moggy, and Buidheag ginger and white moggy, two sisters from a wee oma e just a few miles from here, sleep in various places. Buidheag (IPA /pujak/ like Eng kayak) has taken to sleeping in the red leather armchair in the bedroom, on some clothes if available, unless she is out hunting, which she does a lot. Otherwise Buidheag can be found sleeping on the oak box at the top of the stairs monitoring traffic no doubt.
Her sister Beileag (/pɛlak/) is up to goodness knows what in the night, sometimes mooching around the house sometimes appearing in the bedroom to play on the huge cat poles platforms, although she is getting a bit tubby and this sight provokes mirth. Beileag terrorises Caoimhe all the time now, chasing her and making her squeal in fear. It used to be the other way around when Caoimhe had the emotional if not practical support of her brother Fergus before his death a year ago.
So it is often three cats in the bedroom sometimes more. Tomas does not dare come into the bedroom because there would be a fight, so if he is going to the spare room he creeps past very quietly indeed and succeeds in crossing the landing without drama.
Somhairle and Pangur Bān used to be asleep on top of my feet or knees all the time, but I think they have got fed up with me going to the loo umpteen times in the night, so now they sit on top of the sleeping Janet some of the time. Caoimhe is always glued to me, cuddled up to me while I am in bed, all day and all night, but in the evening she goes down to the lounge in case the stove is lit. She is either in the crook of my arm, or under the duvet on my lap, a spot that has been taken by young Somhairle just now, I have just noticed.
The sheer weight of three cats makes getting out of bed tricky.
